Luyện nghe bài hát The Singing Bird

I've seen the lark high at noon
his song up in the blue
I've the songbird pipe his note
The thrush and the too

But there's none of can sing so sweet
My singing as you, oh, oh
My bird as you

If I could lure my singing
his own cozy nest
If I could my singing bird
I would warm him on my

For there's none of can sing so sweet
My bird as you, oh, oh
My bird as you, oh, oh
My singing as you